Matt watches her with amusement, revelling in my discomfort.
“At least now that you’re here, she’s smiling. And it explains why she’s been so miserable all night. Hangover my ass.”
“So Matt, did you find the place ok?” I interject quickly. My voice is too loud and my question is too lame, but I had to say something. I had to stop Chloe’s verbal diarrhea.
“Yeah, pretty easy actually.” Matt nods. “I just followed the sound of the music and the shrieking.”
“I’m going to go catch up with Lou,” Chloe says. “I’ll be around.” She walks away, giving me a thumbs up as she leaves the kitchen.
“She’s subtle isn’t she?” Matt jokes.
“Oh, you have no idea,” I laugh. “This is Chloe on her best behavior.” I realize, too late, that I never did correct her about Matt being my date. The way he’s attracting the attention of the girls who wander in and out of the kitchen, I think maybe that’s a good thing.
“Are you ready to show me these moves of yours then?” Matt smiles. “Or did I come here under false pretenses?
“Well I would, but there’s no tequila here,” I joke.
“Funnily enough, I thought you might say that.” Matt winks. He reaches into the inside pocket of his black leather jacket and pulls out a small bottle of tequila. “And now there is.”
“Jackpot!” I grin. “After one of those, just you try and stop me from showing you my moves.”
He smiles at me and opens the bottle. He takes a swig and winces as he swallows. He holds the bottle out to me.
I take it and my fingers brush his. I ignore the sparks that fly as our fingers touch. It’s just the beer I tell myself, although I know for a fact that’s not entirely true. I bring the bottle to my lips, very much aware that just seconds ago, Matt’s lips where on the exact spot mine are now touching. I take a drink from the bottle, shuddering as the liquid burns my mouth. I swallow and quickly chase it down with a long drink of beer. It hits my stomach and begins to warm my insides.
I feel brave suddenly, whether it’s the tequila, the party atmosphere, or the sparks I felt when Matt’s fingers touched mine I don’t know, but I grab Matt’s hand and start to lead him out of the kitchen and into the living room area. I drag him to the makeshift dance floor, and just as we arrive, one of my favorite songs comes on. I shriek and Matt laughs.
We start to dance and I feel myself relax. My relaxed state doesn’t last very long as Tiffany, a girl from the year above me at college comes sidling over. She not so casually slips herself between me and Matt and begins to shake her hips, pretending not to have noticed she’s pushed me out.
I feel an irrational surge of anger flood through me, and it takes a lot for me to not reach out and shove her back to wherever the fuck she came from. One more shot of tequila and I might just have done that. The anger in me at being shoved aside tells me one thing; I can tell myself all I like that Matt and I are just friends, but I want more.
Even as we became friends, I knew he was attractive, but it’s only now that it hits me how much I desire him. I’m still trying to work out what to do about Tiffany without looking like a crazy, jealous bitch, when Matt solves the problem for me. He neatly side steps around Tiffany and I shift my position so that we’re back dancing together.
“Are all of your friends that rude?” Matt shouts over the music.
I know Tiffany can hear him, and I know she will be able to hear my answer, “Only when they see a hot piece of ass.”
Matt throws his head back and laughs as Tiffany stalks away from us.
As we dance, I look around and I can’t help but notice the appreciative stares Matt is getting. No one else is quite as brazen as Tiffany, but there are a lot of girls here who would kill to be where I am right now.
Again, I feel that irrational anger inside of myself, only now, I recognize it for what it is. I’m jealous. I’m afraid that one of these girls is going to take Matt away from me. I mean we’re just friends. He would have every right to hook up with someone if he wanted to. I guess I’ll just have to make sure that someone is me.
I start to sway my hips a little more, and I run my hands over my dress as I dance, pressing it tightly against my body. I can feel Matt’s eyes on me, his gaze following my hands as I move them. I pretend not to notice, pretend I barely know he’s there, that I’m lost in the music.
I feel a hand slip into mine, and before I know it, Matt spins me away from him. He keeps a tight grip on my hand, extending his arm, and then he pulls me back in. I crash against his chest, our bodies mash together, and he doesn’t let me go. He wraps his arms around my waist.
Nervous now, I tentatively wrap my arms around his shoulders. As we sway, I am conscious of Matt’s solid chest pressed against mine. His strong arms pin me in place, his body wrapped around me. I can smell his aftershave and beneath it, the scent of his skin, musky and exotic. I breathe in deeper, enjoying the scent. I can feel my pussy responding to how close we are. I am so wet I can feel my panties dampening, sticking to my skin.
Matt’s face is pressed close to mine, his cheek touching my own and I can hear him humming softly to the music. His breath tickles
